Doomsday Academy, a little over a decade before Cya Keeps Leo.
“So what do we do about cy’rees?” The four of them were flopped in the fourth-year students’ dorm all on Aron’s bed. He, in turn, was studying the long tail Kerr had recently grown.
“Do?” Astarte peeked up at him through a fringe of hair. “We pick them, right?”
“But we’re not all going to pick the same one, are we? I mean, we could… ’cause if we don’t, they’re going to split us up.” One hand went protectively over Astarte and the other over Kerr, leaving Sunny to snuggle into his arm on her own.
“Well…” Sunny mused… “it’s a small school. It’s not like they can actually separate us.”
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